I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
Amethyst Angel ๐ I usually swap my computer for whatever slightly used one someone gives me when they buy a new one. I use the swipe keyboard on my phone. Just because I am all thumbs doesn't mean they know how to type. I learned typing at school on typewriters so my fingers can't adapt to any new-fangled ways.
Makes sense. I cut my technological teeth on smartphones, so Iโm used to finger typing on screens and can dispense with mice entirely. Perhaps you should swap your traditional laptop for a hybrid one with a multipurpose touchscreen and optional keyboard. My iPad has a Bluetooth keyboard with no mouse in sight.
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